I Lied

once again i've been negligent in my posting. he won't let me use his computer. ok that's a lie too, but in my defense we've been busy. we attempted a trip to mud island (closed til april 08), went to see juno (beyond awesome), went out and about on the town yesterday (shopping and i got my nails done), played a game of scrabble against his family in which we completely dominated (we got lucky with our letters, i'll be honest), played a game of scattergories in which we did not do well (he did better than i), and now we're at his work for a brief bit to catch up on some stuff before the new year. tonight we'll be downtown partying hardy and looking good, come find us if you're looking for some fun!

Vaycay

in t-minus 9 hours i will be running off my plane into the memphis airport and directly to the reverend. i need sleep now, since i have to get up at 4:30 am to make this a reality. i will do my best to steal his computer while there and get posts up, and expect a plethora of newyear'sinmemphis and katieandpete pictures afterwards. peace out.

Who Knew This Day Would Come?

we all need to take a moment. i have repeatedly asked for this bag, largely as a joke. a serious, i want this bag but know noone will spend $400 on it for me kind of joke.

but then.

i looked online last night and found, lo and behold, that the bag had been Marked Down to half off (!) and that they were out of the red leather on the kenneth cole website. a panicked call to dillard's later and i had one on hold, promised to me at the markdown price. i called pete in excitement, as i had even gone to the length of showing it to him in real life when he was in kc, to let him know i was going to get my bag after all. his response? "don't get it. it's gotten."

what?!?*?#!

so the best man in the world, the hottest, greatest, nicest, smartest, best bloggerest reverend i know tonight bought me my new best friend, thanks to a cell phone call from the dillard's purse counter. it is gorgeous and lovely and quite possibly my favorite gift of forever and i can't wait to show it to him in person saturday morning...i'm so spoiled.

What Goes On Upstairs

they throw a dance party every night and, needing to clear space for the dancing, move every piece of furniture in their apartment.

one of them has OCD and needs to move all the items of furniture in their apartment one foot counter-clockwise every night. (counter-clockwise as in around the apartment, or counter-clockwise as in moving just each piece on its axis? i don't know, but it could very well be both.)

they have waxed their floors, and as a result every time they go to sit on or lean on a piece of furniture, it slides about two feet, and then they have to pull it back into place.

they are in interior design school and their homework is to constantly rearrange their apartment and photograph it.

they buy one new piece of furniture every day and every night must move everything else they already own to find a spot for the new stuff.

in an attempt to both get back at the landlord and eventually see into our apartment, they have decided the most efficacious manner would be to wear grooves in their hardwood by repeatedly sliding their furniture back and forth until they just poke through our ceiling, much in the same manner children think they can dig to china with a spade in their backyard.

and lastly, the theory put forth by my roommate: they are on crack and/or cocaine and have so much energy they literally just can NOT STOP MOVING THEIR FURNITURE.

Merry Merry

christmas was long and eventful. i won the best aunt category by presenting my 3 almost 4-year-old niece with a bike. went over very well. i was given several chai/coffee related gifts, a new digi cam (expect better pics soon), a jewelry armoire which i need help filling (alert: reverend, take notice), giftcards, perfume, and many other things. now i'm snug in my room with the new jewelry armoire all set up, and just awaiting giving my last pile of presents to the man from memphis. also given in the best aunt category: wellesley gear!!:

The Sound of Silence

this was the weekend the internet decided it was tired of visiting our apartment. more specifically, our wireless router gave up on life. i actually have a legit excuse for not posting for once. now i'm at my mom's house on the wireless network there, so i guess it's family time. off to watch it's a wonderful life for the 47th year in a row. god bless us, every one!

Simple Pleasures

cats know how to do it. each night when bowser comes to join me on my bed while i sit on my laptop or with my nose in a book, he stops on my serasoft throw blanket at the end of my bed and kneads it. for a good two minutes, he just sinks his paws into the softness, his eyes narrowing and an obvious look of catly pleasure taking over his face. then he finds a spot that is just right and snuggles right down into the blanket to bask in my yellow lighting and sometimes my cooing and petting. it's easy to take for granted the cushy luxuries i have every day, the working in the #1 architectural marvel of 2007, the having a more-wonderful-by-the-day boyfriend, the feeling of a fifty degree day in late december. here's to not forgetting, remembering to notice and appreciate, and divining the same kind of intense pleasure from those simple things that bowser finds in my throw blanket.